"In the next move, I will kill you, and you won't show your real strength at this time?"

Mo Ninglong had a hideous face, with contempt flashing in his eyes, or was he excited?

The sky lit up, like water droplets that had been compressed into a liquid state by pure spirits.

These water droplets kept changing shapes under Mo Ninglong's delicate control, and finally turned into slender needles.

The needle is one meter long and as thick as a steel bar.

Rainstorm pear flower needle, the secret weapon of the ancient Tang Gate, you must see blood when you come out, the empty return is ominous, the urgency is urgent, the king of hidden weapons.

This rainstorm pear blossom needle releases a total of twenty-seven silver needles at a time.

It just so happened that there were twenty-seven in the sky.

The tip of each needle locks the imperial power.

"Go!"

Mo Ninglong waved his arm, and the shadow of the white needle seen by the naked eye was infinitely elongated because of the sudden acceleration

Fast!

See.

It's already hit.

Imperial Glory didn't have time to react at all, and his chest was pierced by twenty-seven needles.

Looking at his life like a hedgehog's chest, the imperial power arrogant roared hoarsely!

Mo Ninglong looked at this scene expectantly.

However, the sky remained dead, as if the danger it had sensed was an illusion.

"I'm really disappointed." Mo Ninglong frowned when he saw this, looked at the sky without feeling, and sighed boredly.

Turning around, Mo Ninglong rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, and his cherry lips opened lightly: "Burst!" ”

The white needle shook violently under this crisp call.

The next second they burst open.

There were twenty-seven loud bangs.

Continuous fireballs shone on the heavens and the earth.

It's really a nuclear bomb as a whip.

The power of the white needle Imperial Power Proud Heaven can block one or two, and the continuous explosion of twenty-seven pieces can be said to be ten dead.

The matter was settled.

Mo Ninglong patted the non-existent dust on his hands and was about to leave this place.

Suddenly, the throbbing of my heart reappeared.

The source is not the sky, but behind you!

Mo Ninglong's eyes flashed with cold light, and he opened his five fingers to gather the elves to condense into a long sword, and suddenly turned around with the long sword in his hand.

At some point, a black mist appeared behind him, and a silver spear pierced out.

"Qiang~!" There was a crisp crashing sound.

Wrapped in a sharp spear with a fierce murderous aura, it stabbed fiercely at the long sword that Mo Ninglong was blocking in front of his chest.

A drop of cold sweat swept across Mo Ninglong's forehead.

It's the weird influence of the emperor's arrogant sky.

Under this influence, he naively thought that the other party would die so easily, and then handed over his back to the enemy without defense.

But fortunately, he has the ability of the dragon spirit to predict his own life and death.

The attack was blocked.

Suddenly, a crack suddenly appeared on the elven condensed sword.

Mo Ninglong looked at the spear slightly stunned, and then laughed wildly three times, finally showing his real skills.

Don't let me down!

A shake in his hand shattered the long sword in his hand, and also shook the opponent's spear: "You really didn't disappoint me, Imperial Authority, come and let me see the true power of luck!" ”

Mo Ninglong then turned sideways, reached out and grabbed the body of the gun in front of him. This touch of the spear made him truly realize the special nature of this spear.

What a spear, Mo Ninglong's hand holding the barrel of the gun in admiration was jerked behind him.

The spear drove a person out of the black mist, and at this moment, the imperial power arrogant sky seemed to have changed a person.

Long snow-white hair, scarlet eyes.

Every move is with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers.

The spear was pulled, and the imperial power came to Mo Ninglong's a few steps, and said coldly: "You must be the one who dies today." ”

I'm threatened.

Mo Ninglong grinned, smiling calmly.

Originally, I thought it was the Golden Shadow who helped the imperial power, but now I don't see it.

So who still has the power to threaten his life?

Hiding the curiosity in his heart, Mo Ninglong flashed and stuck to the imperial power, and slapped it with one palm.

This palm holds the magic form of collapse.

Imperial Authority Aotian laughed, laughing very strangely, and also greeted it with a palm.

The two palms collided, and the air circle exploded.

Behind Emperor Quan Aotian, a pitch-black beam of light slanted into the sky, but it did not cause any damage to his body.

On the contrary, Mo Ninglong's whole body was shocked by this palm.

Is this the peculiarity of the spear?

Magic!

Mo Ninglong thought about it, and the imperial power Aotian took the opportunity to turn the spear in his hand, and after getting rid of Mo Ninglong's grasp, he turned around and shot it.

Fast! Fast! Fast!

The tip of the gun silently surpassed the speed of sound.

Locks on to an enemy's shot, unable to retreat to dodge.

Mo Ninglong's pupils shrank, the particularity of this spear was still very little known, and she didn't want to take a hit.

His hands jerked at the barrel of the gun as the defensive spell rose in his chest.

Void.

The tip of the spear easily pierced the defenses and pierced into Mo Ninglong's chest.

Fortunately, there were both hands to intercept, and this time it only pierced an inch and a half.

Seeing this, Emperor Quan Aotian exerted his strength again but found that the tip of the spear could not move forward at all.

"Almost." Mo Ninglong slowly pulled out the tip of the spear inserted into his chest with slight force, and the green light flickered at the wound, but it continued to shatter.

Can't it be fixed?

Mo Ninglong frowned as he looked at the wound on his chest, and a trace of jealousy flashed when he saw the spear in his hand.

Never be stabbed again.

Imperial Glory kept trying to control this spear to break free from Mo Ninglong's control.

Although Mo Ninglong's hands seemed weak, they contained extremely terrifying strength.

After trying for a while, the imperial power arrogant sky failed to get his wish.

"This gun is good, I want it, as for you!" Mo Ninglong faced the imperial power, opened his mouth, and his voice became different: "Disappear." ”

Dragon Spirit, Dragon Magic.

Exports come true.

After a brief silence in heaven and earth, a sudden wind blew.

All the fireballs generated by the explosion were instantly annihilated under the strong wind, and at the same time, the vast land was also annihilated.

Just as Mo Ninglong said, everything disappeared on the side he was facing, leaving only a Grand Canyon with no end in sight.

"That's what you're doing?" Imperial Authority Aotian smiled, his eyes full of mockery.

"Can't dragon magic affect you?"

Mo Ninglong was just experimenting, and when he saw that his mouth was invalid, he said unwillingly: "Hang up." ”

yes, it's open.

The current strength is very clear about the imperial power.

Don't let go of the spear in your hand!

Imperial Quan Aotian's heart froze, but his face did not change.

Mo Ninglong listened to the unnatural beating of the other party's heart, and hooked the corners of his mouth: "What are you doing so nervously." ”

At present, the characteristics of the spear have been figured out a few.

One of them makes the user exempt.

The second is the excision method.

Thirdly, the wound will not heal and will remain bleeding.

Seeing that Imperial Authority Aotian had no intention of letting go, Mo Ninglong guessed that as long as he forced the other party to let go of his hand, it could be invalidated.

At the same time, the nervous Imperial Authority Aotian kept thinking of ways to end this battle immediately.

There is no longer any further stalemate.